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The herd is bred in synthetic thought Cultivated in pretense Dyed in the wool just enough to go unnoticed By the dabbler, the fly by night, and the dilettante The hangers on can't sift through the slop For fear of losing their grip While you choke down what little authenticity you can stomach Rank and file Leather bound and tongue tied Force fed and fattened for the famine Tell your kin to hide Before they're skinned alive Gorged upon phonetically engineered lines 'til you've nothing to say The stockpile of a four-chambered stomach Leaves you ready To thrive in the famine Shed the wool, impostor Bear your claws You must be proud The churning in your gut Is the gluttony of expression SongtexteA carnivorous lust to pick off the stragglers Leaves you ready To thrive in the famine Thrive in the famine Aus Songtexte Mania